Ji's performance was still ongoing.
He leaped into the air and began a bizarre dance. The steps were chaotic and disjointed—at times he swayed like a reed in the wind, at others he stumbled as if about to fall, with no discernible pattern.
And yet, this frenzied dance successfully pacified the wedding procession of spirits across from them.
Lin Qingfeng watched this "harmonious" scene and nodded in satisfaction.
'Since the red side is taken care of, it's time for my white side to head home with the wedding procession.'
Sure enough, the red wedding procession made a new move.
As if they truly saw the funeral procession as fellow travelers, they crowded around the jade coffin.
A ghost matchmaker, wearing a floral-patterned jacket with two exaggerated crimson circles painted on her cheeks, swayed to the front of the procession.
She forced a smile onto her face, flicking a red handkerchief in her hand as she sashayed her hips.
